Please do note that all HP characters are property of JK Rowling. The
characters of Nyx, Brenna, Thursday, Wolfe, Syke, and any other
unrecognized names are property of Denise G., and ME (excluding any
Hogwarts student only mentioned once in the real story)!!!!!
Chapter Eight
A Secret Revealed
When the bell rang to end class, everyone quickly packed up their things and walked out of the room talking excitedly. Before leaving, Harry, Cho, Nyx, Wolfe, and Thursday agreed to meet Brenna and Ron in the library a bit later. When all had been arranged, Ron and Brenna walked themselves to the library while the others went to discard their things in their dormitories.
"You have a lot of books," said Ron, eyeing Brenna's bulging backpack as they walked down the corridor.
"I picked these up a few weeks ago to read," said Brenna, "I had to return them today."
Ron laughed. "It's a good thing we are headed there," he said, "You seem just like Hermione, always having books around. Would you like some help?"
"No thanks, I've got it."
They walked in silence for a few seconds before someone spoke. "So, what kind of books do you have there?" asked Ron.
"Just some Quidditch books. I wanted to see the selection your library had," said Brenna, "I read all of the books the library at Beauxbatons had about Quidditch."
"Harry has a few you might like."
"Awesome." Not noticing where they were going, they nearly collided with Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. When Malfoy realized whom it was he ran into, he smiled vindictively at them. Brenna slowly began to cower behind Ron.
"Got yourself a girlfriend, Weasley?" asked Malfoy, "She obviously took you for your fashion sense. That stylish 'no money' design is the 'in' thing now." He kicked at Ron's shoes, which were only barely visible underneath his faded robes. Crabbe and Goyle chuckled trollishly.
"Buzz off, Malfoy," said Ron through gritted teeth.
"I guess it couldn't be. She can't be your girlfriend. You'd have to sell your blood to be able to take her anywhere. Maybe you should find better company, Brenna."
"I like the company I'm with, thank you," said Brenna quietly.
Malfoy dropped his smile. "Well, then, just remember my threat." With that, he and his lackeys walked away.
"One of these days he's gonna make contact with my fist again," said Ron angrily as he balled up his fist and shook it at Malfoy's retreating back.
Brenna just nodded in answer, too afraid to speak. She and Ron continued their journey to the library in silence.
Once in the library, Ron led Brenna to a table near the Restricted Section. After they'd settled in, Brenna saw the red haired boy that she'd seen earlier this morning. He was with, what appeared to be his twin. "Are those two your brothers?" asked Brenna as she pointed in their direction. She watched, as the two boys looked through a book a start chuckling madly every few seconds.
Ron looked up at where she was pointing and gave a short laugh. "Yup, that's Fred and George."
As if they had heard their names being called, Fred and George promptly made their way to Ron and Brenna's table. "Hello!" said one of the twins.
"Hello," said Brenna uncertainly.
"Saw you in that last Quidditch match against Slytherin," said the other, "Smashing good match!"
"Thanks - "
"I'm Gred, and he's Forge," said the first of the twins, "But you can just call me Fred."
"And you can call me George!"
"Would you like one of our lovely delicacies from a Skiving Snackbox?" asked Fred.
"They are quite delicious!" added George.
Ron leaned over to Brenna. "Don't take any food they offer, it's all enchanted," he whispered.
"No thanks," said Brenna quickly.
"Aw, Ronnie! You've spoiled our fun!" said Fred.
"Yeah, it would have been loads of fun to see her turn into a great canary right here in the library!" exclaimed George.
"Yeah, loads of fun," grumbled Ron under his breath.
"Aw, we're not embarrassing you in front of your girlfriend now are we?"
"She's not my girlfriend," said Ron. He then turned to Brenna and whispered to her. "No offence."
"None taken," she said, smiling. She definitely liked the members of Ron's family, so far.
"Well," said Fred, "we'll leave you two alone -"
"Yes, we have loads to do!" said George, "Good day, Mademoiselle!" He took Brenna's hand and kissed it. Brenna blushed furiously and Ron was steaming as George and Fred left the library together, laughing.
Harry, Hermione, Wolfe, Thursday, and Cho passed them on their way into the library. Ron spotted them and waved them over to the table he and Brenna were at.
"Hey you lovebirds!" said Wolfe. Brenna raised an eyebrow at him as he ducked yet another blow from Nyx.
"She's not my girlfriend! Why does everyone keep saying she's my girlfriend! Argh!" exclaimed Ron.
"Oh my," said Harry, looking towards the library entrance.
"What do you mean, 'Oh my'?" asked Wolfe as he began looking towards the library entrance as well. A boy with long blonde hair, and a somewhat feminine demeanor was scanning the library, as if looking for someone. "Dammit!" exclaimed Wolfe. Quickly, he got up and ducked behind a bookcase.
"There's Syke," said Thursday, shaking her head, "Poor Wolfe."
"Yeah, poor Wolfe," said Wolfe from behind the bookcase. They all laughed as everyone, except Brenna, Nyx, and Thursday began doing some research. Brenna watched as Ron scanned the selves looking for the right books. When she began to get up to try and help him, Nyx's strong grip held her down.
"What do you think you're doing?" asked Nyx.
"I'm going to help Ron," said Brenna, looking over at Harry who had walked over to Ron was now talking to him.
"He's doesn't need your help, Ron's a big boy."
Brenna shook her head. "Last time I took advice from you, I walked away with white hair. And let's not forget what colour yours was . . .."
"Ok, ok!"
Even though she'd won the argument, Brenna decided to remain at the table with Nyx and Thursday.
"I think Brenna's turning into you, Nyx," said Thursday jokingly.
"Is that such a bad thing? There's not nearly enough demon-werewolves in this world!"
Brenna paled even more as her eyes popped open wide. Nyx looked only slightly alarmed on the information she'd just passed to Brenna. "Oops," said Nyx. Thursday shook her head.
"You're a . . .a werewolf?!" squeaked Brenna.
Nyx shrugged her shoulders. "Well, you were eventually bound to find out," she said, "Like I said to Malfoy, everyone's got a secret. Of course not everyone's is as interesting as being a werewolf, but hey, that's life."
"You say it like it's so simple!"
"Eh, what exactly can I do about it?"
"Anything else I should know?"
"I'm a vampire!" said Thursday.
"How do you manage that? Don't you need blood?" asked Brenna weakly.
"Snape makes her a potion so that raw meat satisfies her hunger," said Nyx. Then she leaned in close. "I'd be careful with a knife when you're around her. She can smell blood from a couple miles away, and when it's this close . . . well, you get the picture."
Brenna didn't respond.
"Everyone knows about Thursday being a vampire," said Nyx, "but no one knows she gets a human subject every month, and no one knows I'm what I am except for Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Wolfe and even they don't know the whole truth. It needs to stay that way." Brenna slowly nodded. "Excellent! Now, what's your secret?"
Brenna paled tremendously until her skin resembled Thursday's. Fortunately enough she didn't have to answer because everyone was back with a small armload of books. Wolfe was hiding behind Ron, who was looking very annoyed because of it.
"Wolfe," hissed Ron, "Get over it! He's going to see you eventually."
"I'm just delaying the inevitable then," replied Wolfe. Ron just rolled his eyes.
"What kind of books did you find?" asked Brenna. Ron's sour look instantly turned into a smile.
"Well, see for your self," said Ron. He spread the three books he'd found on the table. "Hopefully we can find what we need in these."
"I found some very interesting books," said Hermione. She unloaded at least five books onto the table with a thud. Cho followed her example with her four books.
"I think you're overdoing it," said Ron.
"You can never be too prepared," said Cho.
"Wolfie-baby!" exclaimed an extremely girly male voice. Wolfe groaned and slid down in his eat as the blonde haired boy quickly made his way to the table. If Ron hadn't said that Syke was gay, it wouldn't have been hard for her to tell.
Syke slipped into a seat next to Wolfe and scooted his chair as close as he could to Wolfe's. Then he looked over at Brenna. "Oh! I've seen you here before!" exclaimed Syke, "You've been running around with Wolfie and the others."
"Uh, yeah," said Brenna awkwardly, watching Wolfe lean away from Syke.
"So, has anyone found anything interesting yet?" asked Harry as he choked back a laugh.
"Oh, I have," said Cho. She turned her book so that the others could see the picture that she had found. The girl in the photo was dancing with someone, possibly Oberon, and was wearing what appeared to be a skirt made out of many layers of a floaty, iridescent blue material. It was worn over a sky blue leotard and the girl also had a large crown of white lilies on top of an elegant pile of curls on the girl's head. "Isn't it beautiful?"
"The girl or the costume?" asked Wolfe, "And would you please get off of me, Syke! I'm straight!"
"Oh but, Wolfie-baby!" whined Syke, "Wouldn't you rather have me instead?"
"For the last time: I-AM-NOT-GAY! THAT MEANS I LIKE GIRLS!"
"But Wolfie . . . ."
"I think Cho means the costume," said Hermione.
"Stupid Egyptian art!" exclaimed Ron.
"What's wrong?" asked Brenna.
"Why did they have to draw things so . . . so flat! I can't find a good picture of Tutankhamen or Cleopatra."
"Well, I've had better luck than you then. I've found some sculptures of Cleopatra and a wonderful picture of Tutankhamen's death mask." Brenna showed Ron a picture of the death mask, which was twinkling brightly in the light.
"Lemme see." Ron leaned much closer to Brenna, which caused Wolfe to throw at catcall whistle at them. As Ron gave Wolfe a dirty look, Nyx shot another blow to Wolfe's head and this time her aim was true. Wolfe was knocked off balance in his chair and he landed on top of Syke. An overjoyed Syke tightly wrapped his arms around Wolfe's neck. Terrified, Wolfe only just managed to slip away from Syke's grip and run out of the library. Syke ran out after him shouting, "Wait for me, Wolfie!"
Everyone at the table burst into the hysterical laughter they had been holding since Syke had arrived. Unfortunately they had been laughing so loud that it caught the attention of Madame Pince who came over and told them they would have to leave if they weren't quieter.
When they all eventually stopped laughing, Thursday began gathering up hers and Wolfe's things. "I'd better go and track him down," said Thursday, "He's bound to have transformed to get away from him." She then waved her good byes and walked out oft the library.
"Maybe this wasn't the best of ideas. We are all too overexcited to do any real studying," said Hermione.
"Oh come on!" said Nyx, "You were having too."
It was true. Try as she might to stop it, a playful smile fell across Hermione's face. "Are you guys coming?" Hermione asked Harry and Ron.
"Oh yeah!" said Harry, "We need to ask Nearly Headless Nick if he knows anything about ravens."
"Oh you and that bloody raven!" said Ron as he rolled his eyes. He turned to Brenna. "Sorry about this. Maybe we could get together soon and finish this up?"
"Sure, how about after lunch?" said Brenna smiling.
Ron blushed. "Brilliant! See you then!" Harry, Hermione, and Ron left the library. Brenna swore she heard Ron say to Harry, "No she is NOT my girlfriend, will you PLEASE stop asking me that!"
Cho sighed. "See," said Cho, "It's pointless trying to study during this period!"
"You're right," said Brenna wistfully, still looking at the doorway. Cho held back a laugh a she convinced Brenna to pack up her things and leave with her.
Excellent, but fairly pointless, chapter if I do say so myself. Please review, dammit!
Chapter Eight
A Secret Revealed
When the bell rang to end class, everyone quickly packed up their things and walked out of the room talking excitedly. Before leaving, Harry, Cho, Nyx, Wolfe, and Thursday agreed to meet Brenna and Ron in the library a bit later. When all had been arranged, Ron and Brenna walked themselves to the library while the others went to discard their things in their dormitories.
"You have a lot of books," said Ron, eyeing Brenna's bulging backpack as they walked down the corridor.
"I picked these up a few weeks ago to read," said Brenna, "I had to return them today."
Ron laughed. "It's a good thing we are headed there," he said, "You seem just like Hermione, always having books around. Would you like some help?"
"No thanks, I've got it."
They walked in silence for a few seconds before someone spoke. "So, what kind of books do you have there?" asked Ron.
"Just some Quidditch books. I wanted to see the selection your library had," said Brenna, "I read all of the books the library at Beauxbatons had about Quidditch."
"Harry has a few you might like."
"Awesome." Not noticing where they were going, they nearly collided with Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. When Malfoy realized whom it was he ran into, he smiled vindictively at them. Brenna slowly began to cower behind Ron.
"Got yourself a girlfriend, Weasley?" asked Malfoy, "She obviously took you for your fashion sense. That stylish 'no money' design is the 'in' thing now." He kicked at Ron's shoes, which were only barely visible underneath his faded robes. Crabbe and Goyle chuckled trollishly.
"Buzz off, Malfoy," said Ron through gritted teeth.
"I guess it couldn't be. She can't be your girlfriend. You'd have to sell your blood to be able to take her anywhere. Maybe you should find better company, Brenna."
"I like the company I'm with, thank you," said Brenna quietly.
Malfoy dropped his smile. "Well, then, just remember my threat." With that, he and his lackeys walked away.
"One of these days he's gonna make contact with my fist again," said Ron angrily as he balled up his fist and shook it at Malfoy's retreating back.
Brenna just nodded in answer, too afraid to speak. She and Ron continued their journey to the library in silence.
Once in the library, Ron led Brenna to a table near the Restricted Section. After they'd settled in, Brenna saw the red haired boy that she'd seen earlier this morning. He was with, what appeared to be his twin. "Are those two your brothers?" asked Brenna as she pointed in their direction. She watched, as the two boys looked through a book a start chuckling madly every few seconds.
Ron looked up at where she was pointing and gave a short laugh. "Yup, that's Fred and George."
As if they had heard their names being called, Fred and George promptly made their way to Ron and Brenna's table. "Hello!" said one of the twins.
"Hello," said Brenna uncertainly.
"Saw you in that last Quidditch match against Slytherin," said the other, "Smashing good match!"
"Thanks - "
"I'm Gred, and he's Forge," said the first of the twins, "But you can just call me Fred."
"And you can call me George!"
"Would you like one of our lovely delicacies from a Skiving Snackbox?" asked Fred.
"They are quite delicious!" added George.
Ron leaned over to Brenna. "Don't take any food they offer, it's all enchanted," he whispered.
"No thanks," said Brenna quickly.
"Aw, Ronnie! You've spoiled our fun!" said Fred.
"Yeah, it would have been loads of fun to see her turn into a great canary right here in the library!" exclaimed George.
"Yeah, loads of fun," grumbled Ron under his breath.
"Aw, we're not embarrassing you in front of your girlfriend now are we?"
"She's not my girlfriend," said Ron. He then turned to Brenna and whispered to her. "No offence."
"None taken," she said, smiling. She definitely liked the members of Ron's family, so far.
"Well," said Fred, "we'll leave you two alone -"
"Yes, we have loads to do!" said George, "Good day, Mademoiselle!" He took Brenna's hand and kissed it. Brenna blushed furiously and Ron was steaming as George and Fred left the library together, laughing.
Harry, Hermione, Wolfe, Thursday, and Cho passed them on their way into the library. Ron spotted them and waved them over to the table he and Brenna were at.
"Hey you lovebirds!" said Wolfe. Brenna raised an eyebrow at him as he ducked yet another blow from Nyx.
"She's not my girlfriend! Why does everyone keep saying she's my girlfriend! Argh!" exclaimed Ron.
"Oh my," said Harry, looking towards the library entrance.
"What do you mean, 'Oh my'?" asked Wolfe as he began looking towards the library entrance as well. A boy with long blonde hair, and a somewhat feminine demeanor was scanning the library, as if looking for someone. "Dammit!" exclaimed Wolfe. Quickly, he got up and ducked behind a bookcase.
"There's Syke," said Thursday, shaking her head, "Poor Wolfe."
"Yeah, poor Wolfe," said Wolfe from behind the bookcase. They all laughed as everyone, except Brenna, Nyx, and Thursday began doing some research. Brenna watched as Ron scanned the selves looking for the right books. When she began to get up to try and help him, Nyx's strong grip held her down.
"What do you think you're doing?" asked Nyx.
"I'm going to help Ron," said Brenna, looking over at Harry who had walked over to Ron was now talking to him.
"He's doesn't need your help, Ron's a big boy."
Brenna shook her head. "Last time I took advice from you, I walked away with white hair. And let's not forget what colour yours was . . .."
"Ok, ok!"
Even though she'd won the argument, Brenna decided to remain at the table with Nyx and Thursday.
"I think Brenna's turning into you, Nyx," said Thursday jokingly.
"Is that such a bad thing? There's not nearly enough demon-werewolves in this world!"
Brenna paled even more as her eyes popped open wide. Nyx looked only slightly alarmed on the information she'd just passed to Brenna. "Oops," said Nyx. Thursday shook her head.
"You're a . . .a werewolf?!" squeaked Brenna.
Nyx shrugged her shoulders. "Well, you were eventually bound to find out," she said, "Like I said to Malfoy, everyone's got a secret. Of course not everyone's is as interesting as being a werewolf, but hey, that's life."
"You say it like it's so simple!"
"Eh, what exactly can I do about it?"
"Anything else I should know?"
"I'm a vampire!" said Thursday.
"How do you manage that? Don't you need blood?" asked Brenna weakly.
"Snape makes her a potion so that raw meat satisfies her hunger," said Nyx. Then she leaned in close. "I'd be careful with a knife when you're around her. She can smell blood from a couple miles away, and when it's this close . . . well, you get the picture."
Brenna didn't respond.
"Everyone knows about Thursday being a vampire," said Nyx, "but no one knows she gets a human subject every month, and no one knows I'm what I am except for Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Wolfe and even they don't know the whole truth. It needs to stay that way." Brenna slowly nodded. "Excellent! Now, what's your secret?"
Brenna paled tremendously until her skin resembled Thursday's. Fortunately enough she didn't have to answer because everyone was back with a small armload of books. Wolfe was hiding behind Ron, who was looking very annoyed because of it.
"Wolfe," hissed Ron, "Get over it! He's going to see you eventually."
"I'm just delaying the inevitable then," replied Wolfe. Ron just rolled his eyes.
"What kind of books did you find?" asked Brenna. Ron's sour look instantly turned into a smile.
"Well, see for your self," said Ron. He spread the three books he'd found on the table. "Hopefully we can find what we need in these."
"I found some very interesting books," said Hermione. She unloaded at least five books onto the table with a thud. Cho followed her example with her four books.
"I think you're overdoing it," said Ron.
"You can never be too prepared," said Cho.
"Wolfie-baby!" exclaimed an extremely girly male voice. Wolfe groaned and slid down in his eat as the blonde haired boy quickly made his way to the table. If Ron hadn't said that Syke was gay, it wouldn't have been hard for her to tell.
Syke slipped into a seat next to Wolfe and scooted his chair as close as he could to Wolfe's. Then he looked over at Brenna. "Oh! I've seen you here before!" exclaimed Syke, "You've been running around with Wolfie and the others."
"Uh, yeah," said Brenna awkwardly, watching Wolfe lean away from Syke.
"So, has anyone found anything interesting yet?" asked Harry as he choked back a laugh.
"Oh, I have," said Cho. She turned her book so that the others could see the picture that she had found. The girl in the photo was dancing with someone, possibly Oberon, and was wearing what appeared to be a skirt made out of many layers of a floaty, iridescent blue material. It was worn over a sky blue leotard and the girl also had a large crown of white lilies on top of an elegant pile of curls on the girl's head. "Isn't it beautiful?"
"The girl or the costume?" asked Wolfe, "And would you please get off of me, Syke! I'm straight!"
"Oh but, Wolfie-baby!" whined Syke, "Wouldn't you rather have me instead?"
"For the last time: I-AM-NOT-GAY! THAT MEANS I LIKE GIRLS!"
"But Wolfie . . . ."
"I think Cho means the costume," said Hermione.
"Stupid Egyptian art!" exclaimed Ron.
"What's wrong?" asked Brenna.
"Why did they have to draw things so . . . so flat! I can't find a good picture of Tutankhamen or Cleopatra."
"Well, I've had better luck than you then. I've found some sculptures of Cleopatra and a wonderful picture of Tutankhamen's death mask." Brenna showed Ron a picture of the death mask, which was twinkling brightly in the light.
"Lemme see." Ron leaned much closer to Brenna, which caused Wolfe to throw at catcall whistle at them. As Ron gave Wolfe a dirty look, Nyx shot another blow to Wolfe's head and this time her aim was true. Wolfe was knocked off balance in his chair and he landed on top of Syke. An overjoyed Syke tightly wrapped his arms around Wolfe's neck. Terrified, Wolfe only just managed to slip away from Syke's grip and run out of the library. Syke ran out after him shouting, "Wait for me, Wolfie!"
Everyone at the table burst into the hysterical laughter they had been holding since Syke had arrived. Unfortunately they had been laughing so loud that it caught the attention of Madame Pince who came over and told them they would have to leave if they weren't quieter.
When they all eventually stopped laughing, Thursday began gathering up hers and Wolfe's things. "I'd better go and track him down," said Thursday, "He's bound to have transformed to get away from him." She then waved her good byes and walked out oft the library.
"Maybe this wasn't the best of ideas. We are all too overexcited to do any real studying," said Hermione.
"Oh come on!" said Nyx, "You were having too."
It was true. Try as she might to stop it, a playful smile fell across Hermione's face. "Are you guys coming?" Hermione asked Harry and Ron.
"Oh yeah!" said Harry, "We need to ask Nearly Headless Nick if he knows anything about ravens."
"Oh you and that bloody raven!" said Ron as he rolled his eyes. He turned to Brenna. "Sorry about this. Maybe we could get together soon and finish this up?"
"Sure, how about after lunch?" said Brenna smiling.
Ron blushed. "Brilliant! See you then!" Harry, Hermione, and Ron left the library. Brenna swore she heard Ron say to Harry, "No she is NOT my girlfriend, will you PLEASE stop asking me that!"
Cho sighed. "See," said Cho, "It's pointless trying to study during this period!"
"You're right," said Brenna wistfully, still looking at the doorway. Cho held back a laugh a she convinced Brenna to pack up her things and leave with her.
Excellent, but fairly pointless, chapter if I do say so myself. Please review, dammit!